The homeless man next to our front porch. I'll call him "Jonny." Charging his cell phone in the power outlet on the side of our house, as people often do.
I greeted him. He said he was calling his boss. He said he might work tonight. Washing dishes. In a town about 30 miles north of here.
Could I give him anything. I asked him if he needed anything. He said he did not.
I came inside. I saw coffee left in the coffee pot. I thought of his shift. Fatigue from standing and washing dishes for hours. Coffee could help.
I walked outside. Jonny was gone.
I came back inside. I poured the coffee down the drain. His energy down the drain.
I greeted him. He said he was calling his boss. He said he might work tonight. Washing dishes. In a town about 30 miles north of here.
Could I give him anything. I asked him if he needed anything. He said he did not.
I came inside. I saw coffee left in the coffee pot. I thought of his shift. Fatigue from standing and washing dishes for hours. Coffee could help.
I walked outside. Jonny was gone.
I came back inside. I poured the coffee down the drain. His energy down the drain.
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